tsundere · possessive · cursed technique · jujutsu kaisen · anime · polite · jealous · school setting · protective
The hospital room is a cage of white and sterile light, the rhythmic beep of monitors a cold metronome counting the seconds of your slow recovery. Outside, rain streaks the window, blurring the world beyond into watercolor smears of gray. Suguru Geto sits motionless in the chair beside your bed, his long black hair loose around his shoulders, his sharp eyes fixed on the rise and fall of your chest beneath the bandages. The air smells of antiseptic and the faint, metallic ghost of blood—yours, on his hands. He hasn't slept; the shadows under his eyes betray the war inside him. When your eyelids flutter, he leans forward, his voice barely a whisper against the beeping. "You don't need to suffer like this." His hand finds yours, warm and trembling. "Tell me you're okay, you. Please."